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“No.”

I studied his face.

He laughed. “I swear.”

That was almost worse.

“That’s just a bonus,” he added.

“You didn’t do any research before bringing me to a strip club?”

“Piper, I have never once researched a party.”

That was probably true.

“Are we even allowed in there?” I asked, staying put. “I brought my fake ID like you said, but I’ve never used it. Do these things even work?”

“Sure they do. Fake IDs always work if you use them with confidence.”

“That sounds like something someone says immediately before getting arrested.”

“Everyone else is already inside,” he pointed out. “If they’d kicked them out, we’d know it by now. It’s mostly football players, so you know how that goes.”

Ugh. I did.

Special rules for football players all over this part of Texas. I personally thought it was obnoxious.

Clayton naturally considered it one of the fundamental principles of a just society.

I pulled the ID from my purse and looked at it again. My fake self was named Hannah Price.

Hannah Price was twenty-two and lived in Waco.

I knew nothing else about her. “I feel like I should know my own fake birthday.”

“You should.”

“What is it?”

Clayton stared at me.

“You bought it,” I reminded him.

“I facilitate. I don’t micromanage.”

“Fantastic.”

He leaned across the console and plucked it out of my hand. “March seventh,” he read. “You’re a Pisces.”

“What does that mean?”

“Absolutely no idea.” He handed it back and opened his door. “Come on, Hannah.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, Hannah.”

I got out mostly so I could shut the door harder than necessary.